- J. Cole The Cure 歌词
- J. Cole
- Cole World, the new Nat King
If I ain't the illest nıgga, I'm his new vaccine Really more like poison when his New Jack Swing And my bed is like a deck of cards - two black queens A nıgga don't like me, he just a fuccing hater What you made last week, I just tipped the fuccing waiter What that feel like? Tell me what that feel like? Nıgga fucc your Twitter, bıtches follow me in real life Welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season. Dreamville, Cole World. So much has happened in our time apart I can’t wait to share it with you all in due time. Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Can’t believe these nıggas ain’t rap on this shıt man... Heard nıggas got beef Then they see me on the street, and don't speak Heard nıggas dropping songs every week, but they weak Yeah, I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt Heard nıggas out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek Well, how you feel when that nıgga got mills? And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel Bout another nıgga shıt, or another nıgga chips Meanwhile I’m on the strip, putt puttin’ wit ya bıtch Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160 Bıtch don’t fucc with me, trust nıgga I’m sick Can’t tag me, fucc nıgga I’m it—watch this With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed I plead insanity, with a side of vanity How can it be I blew up singlehandedly Nobody handed me shıt Granted though, I planned to be rich Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly On cameras but won’t holla at family only randomly After a few drinks come our realest convos My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo’s Screaming fucc whitey, forgetting I’m still mulatto Ay reverend, will I get to heaven, he said “hell if I know,” shıt Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming Name should be Abe Lincoln ‘cause I cannot tell a lie though All facts in fact, been all that Before Kenan and Kel swallow the key to my cell Which means, I got an impossible lock to pick And if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shıt Nıgga, Cole the truth, you the opposite I be tryna figure out why I cannot commit With who I’ve known for years, is it hoes or fear Meanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pure No cure for the cold, rather Cole the cure Them last lines was more honest than your whole career Nıgga, you a phony, only got few homies I prefer lonely, you rap nıggas don’t know me Staying to myself, not concerned ‘bout my health I’m a mothafucca and yo baby mother is a milf Couple years ago they had a nıgga sitting on the shelf Now they tell me “man you like the realest shıt I ever smelt” They say, “Boy you got the belt" "Plus you better than so-and-so!” I keep it modest but inside I already know it though Yea thanks my nıgga, yea thanks my nıgga I deserve but nah this ain’t Tank my nıgga Leave the party like I just robbed a bank my nıgga Bag full of money, fucc yo debate my nıgga ‘Cause two years ago and I ain’t make it, I was pissed But you care a little less about a list when you rich, nıgga When you rich nıgga... But that’s not what we came here for We didn’t come here to brag We didn’t come here to boast, to stunt. We just came here to flex Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience I assure you, it’ll be well worth the wait In the meantime, if I can get right back into it though. Check it... How many Kanye beats do a nıgga gotta murder To prove my mind’s further, hater nıgga converter Took kids to Carowinds which I’m sure you never heard of ‘Cause I didn’t tell the news or the Fayetteville Observer I don’t do it for the press, I’m blessed, I made it out Sitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain about Somewhere between yesterday and now I done lost my jewelry, Rollies, chains, almost lost my cool But see, I just left kids who ain’t got a fuccing thing ‘Cept a lot of fuccing problems and a lot of fuccing pain And here I go bıtching ‘cause my Jesus piece missing Got a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nıgga slipping Eyes wide open, they just found a pot of gold Now lil’ Julio is somewhere shining on you hoes But that’s how it goes, fucc it I’m still breathing Like my lil’ nıgga Jaheim, we here for a reason That’s my lil’ man Jaheim He said, “Cole, can you shout me out on a song?” I was like, “I don’t know man,” but in my mind I knew I would shout him out though, you know—Fayettenam, 2-6 Dreamville. We from a different world. Cole World...
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